Spoilers until the end of the manga, so if you're not there yet, then get out quick.
(or don't but i warned you) So the manga ended. I can't handle life anymore goodbye
vote tokyo ghoul as "biggest fucking plot twist" manga and uta as "I HAVE NO WORDS FOR SCUM LIKE YOU" 2k14 pls (except Pierrot is actually kind of interesting, or maybe that's just me)
And what is plot for this? it's like stealing 143 and making it more words..what is tokyo ghoul why can't kaneki be happy whAT IS LIFE
**Edit: The above was written almost as soon as I finished the manga, so I was rather emotional about it. That's my only excuse.
At the moment, they were five, gathered round the back room tables of Helter Skelter, and there was never a more merry crew of clowns.
Itori was in her chair in a haphazard sprawl, one hand daintily holding a glass of blood. "According to my information," she drawled, "The CCG now want total annihilation. They even say that Cochlea's empty." She gestured wildly, and a bit of blood spilled on her generous bosom.
Souta reached over and tickled Roma, who burst into hysterical laughter. "You like Kaneki, don't you?" Souta crooned.
"I do!" volunteered Nico, rubbing his chin. Behind him, Itori downed the glass sloppily, heedless of the blood dripping from the corners of her mouth.
Roma regained her composure, flicking away a few tears of mirth. "Yeah, but I wanted to see something much more depressing." She rested her chin on her hand and stared almost dreamily at a dark mirror, perhaps imagining many gruesome ends for the fallen ghoul.
Uta rolled an ocular orb from hand to hand. "Nowadays, tragedies aren't that popular." It was cool in his palm, a little sticky, but definitely still tasty. He changed position and brought it up to his tongue, caressing the surface with it. At the same time, he reached inside his jacket (unbuttoned since this was informal, displaying the intricate ink he was so proud of) and found the old, familiar mask that had been next to his heart for the past array of years.
"Why don't we have some more fun?" He thought of the Pierrots in the fourth ward, their masks cluttering up his memory, and he smiled.
"Even now, we've already destroyed this place," Itori breathed, grinning grotesquely wide. "Just look at the war we caused!" The cadavers and malformed corpses were still being hastily hauled off the streets by harried CCG investigators, or people who simply had no time. And that wasn't even counting those who took the corpses to deep dark dens and devoured them.
"Yes, and despite Yamori's death, we've had a marvelous experience so far!" Nico rubbed his chin again.
"I feel like I made the best move," Souta began, holding his hands out, "when I shoved the bars onto Rize." He broke off into a delighted laugh. "I mean, that was the catalyst, wasn't it?"
"Only because I told you to," reprimanded Uta lightly, still fondling the disembodied eye. "But yes, it was. Ah, the horror that Kaneki lived...it certainly was one of those unpopular tragedies." He felt a senseless urge to chuckle, and did. It was low and malevolent, nothing like the Uta he showed to the world.
Roma's gaze sharpened on him. "Ah, Uta, what was it like to have Kaneki trust you while you manipulated him?"
"Hn." Uta rested his chin on his hand. "Well, it was amazing, to be honest. A person with that sort of power, you couldn't help feeling a little bad for him. But at the same time he was so naive! It was refreshing, I'll tell you."
"Interesting, right?" Now Roma's mask was on her face, her hair sticking up like the fringe of a radish.
"Indubitably," replied Souta. He'd never taken off his mask.
"I've growing a beard!" cheered Nico, pointing at the stubble on his chin, and there was mingled applause and sighs.
"Are we going out again?" Itori rummaged around for her own mask. "Ah, what fun!"
Uta's face contorted into a smile behind his mas, though nobody would ever see it. "It has been a while, but better safe than sorry, right?"
"The ones who get the last laugh..." began Itori, sliding the wicked mask onto her refined features.
"...will be us, the Pierot!" crowed Uta, repeating the oft-spoken phrase unique to his group of friends.
Within moments, their back room was empty once more.